Once, that was as the car was crossing Bond Street from Cavendish Square, she saw people turn and look at the cab and a policeman pointed and shouted something.

She was too preoccupied to worry her head as to the cause.
She appreciated in a dim, vague way the skill of the taxi-driver, who seemed to be able to grope his way through and around any obstruction of traffic; and it was not until she found the cab traversing a country road that she had any suspicion that all was not well.

Even then her doubts were allayed by her recognition of certain landmarks which told her she was on the Hertford Road.
"Of course," she thought.

"I should be wanted at Hertford rather than in London," and she settled herself down again.
Suddenly the cab stopped, backed down a side lane, and turned in the direction from whence they had come.

When he had got his car's head right, Sam Stay shut off his engine, descended from his seat, and opened the door.
"Come on out of that!" he said sharply.
"Why--what----" began the bewildered girl, but before she could go much farther the man dived in, gripped her by the wrist, and pulled her out with such violence that she fell.
"You don't know me, eh ?" The words were his as he thrust his face into hers, gripping her shoulders so savagely that she could have cried out in pain.
She was on her knees, struggling to get to her feet, and she looked up at the little man wonderingly.
"I know you," she gasped.